time travel

 An old man stopped to ponder one day
Where an old familiar path fell in his way
He stood still in his tracks
And tried to glance back
"Where am I now and how did I get here
Am I very far or still quite near?"
But the paths he took and roads he trod
Were faint and covered over with sod.
He traveled without shoes, money, or pack
And think of the strangers he’d see heading back
He pressed onward without a clear map in hand
And made his way through an uncharted land
He couldn’t quite see all the places he’d been
Nor the future trails he'd blaze within.
For it didn’t matter the length his feet traveled,
Rather the distance his mind and heart had unraveled.
And while exploring the great, vast world around
Inside his heart was the real discovery found
For not all men are lost who wander and seeketh
Sometimes we are here because the Lord speaketh.
Explore all we want of the world outside,
there’s still much to understand of ourselves inside

Proverbs 3:5-6